My friend Darryl Strawberry could be controversial and narrow minded. Darryl was often difficult to deal with, while at the same time attempting to be sweet and easy to get along with. It was Darryl's nature to be accessible and normal, even though normalcy was never an option. Darryl transcended color, as life should never be about color, or even the texture and look we are afforded as living beings. Darryl grew differently than his peers and knew that he would be special, his towering nature made him a uniquely gifted being, put on this earth for a special purpose.
Today I find myself asking about Darryl's choices. Perhaps if Darryl had not been so self destructive he would still be a being among us. This life, this nature is so hard and difficult that the pressure gets around. Darryl's sensitive and sometimes gruff exterior overpowered the common sense that's simple to get but impossible to always employ. Darryl's violent nature would lead to so many difficult encounters.
One day Darryl would walk into a planet smoothie and find himself fighting a knife fight unarmed, and loudly. Darryl is dead now, a part of something greater, still sweet, and often impossible escape. Darryl is a vital part of the smoothie, one made by life. May you be blessed Darryl Strawberry, life was a difficult proposition from the beginning.
This is not about the ball player, it's about my pet strawberry named Darryl, which ended up in a smoothie I special ordered, pretty sure the ball player is still alive.
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